Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair by her forehead clung with droplets, trickling down to her collarbone. The wet fabric clung to her body, revealing her delicate form, her jade arms elegantly bent in a charming pose. With her bare hands, she gently gathered her long, water-drenched hair behind her head. The streaming water soaked her garment, outlining her perfect figure, and she cast a somewhat embarrassed glance at Ji Nanjue.
The clothing that she hadn't fully taken off adhered to her body, faintly showing the color of her skin. The normally loose garment concealed much, but now her true figure was finally revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled the corners of her lips, speaking mockingly, "No wonder you are teacher and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so. The title 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned, anyway."
"..."
